Swiftcurrent Creek beta hamara aisa kaam karega

Probably a cameo.

The child twitched and squeaked as he sat against his mother's warm body. He did not have ears capable of hearing their conversation but he wriggled with a little bit more enthusiasm as Dawn spoke his name; little limbs reaching out to kick at the lump that was his nearby sister, toes splaying and retreating like a spooked slug withdrawing from touch. He tucks his wriggly feet against his chest and coughs, clucks, rooting for a teat as his antics awaken him out of a half-sleep.